Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.